There Are Certain Kinds Of Silence That

Imagining And Fantasizing Did Nothing But Break Her Heart.

There Were Hundreds Of Them Spread Across The Floor, Each Telling Its Own Tale Of Triumph Or Sadness, Each Letter Representing A Phase In Her Life. She Had Kept Them All.

Her Best Friend Was Gone And Nobody Understood That No Amount Of Makeup, Fresh Air Or Shopping Was Going To Fill The Hole In Her Heart.

Well Isn’t That One Thing You’re All The More Wise For? Age Has Taught You Something. It Seems To Me That You Know The Big Secret. That Nobody Knows What’s Going On

Time Cant Be Given. But It Can Be Shared.